iamlupin:

mollyprew:

lilygryffindorevans:

Lily let out a small smile in Remus’ direction when he started rambling about teamwork and unity and whatever else it was he was saying. No one seemed to be really paying him much mind. Remus had the tendency to go on about things, though, and Lily was pretty much used to it. Sometimes she thought that doing that made things easier for him because it gave him a chance to let loose- after all, most of the time, he was hardly the kind of person to take a break and relax.

Everyone’s enthusiasm toward the idea of forming a group to help protect themselves was heartening, and Lily was glad that there were even a few purebloods who had okay-ed the idea. She was surprised that they would want to get involved when they could easily avoid having to, but was happy that they had chosen to help. The more people in it the better- after all, Marlene wouldn’t be able to teach everyone to duel on her own.

She still had some questions, though, about this Room of Requirement that she had honestly heard nothing of prior to it being mentioned earlier. “Hold on,” she said, as people began coming forth to sign the sheet of parchment Remus was holding out. “Where exactly is this Room?”

Molly spoke up again this time, still remaining in her seat as those around her stood up to sign the parchment. “It’s on the seventh floor opposite that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.  You won’t see the room unless you really need it, which you do so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“You simply have to walk past it three times while thinking about what you need and voila, it will open.”  Molly herself had found it one night when she had run out of yarn just before Christmas and had to finish her presents to her friends.  

“Fascinating, isn’t it? The Room of Requirements. It really is magical.” Remus let out a sigh of relief and checked the time. It was almost 4 in the morning and they had lessons tomorrow. Not to mention that he had a test! He looked at Lily for a command, since she appeared as the leader of the group.

Mary listened carefully to both Marlene and Molly explain to where the Room of Requirement was. She wondered how did so many know of this place already before her? Beyond that, she couldn’t believe just how passionate everyone around her was getting about this plan of theirs. Their enthusiasm was inspiring, exhilarating, and provided a glimmer of hope the future. Maybe they couldn’t come out of this war unscratched, maybe they wouldn’t even come out of this war at all - but they weren’t going to go down without a fight.

She stood up and took the quill in her hand, hesitating only for a moment to think about this. After she signed her name she flopped back down into her seat with a small smile on her face. “So what now? When do we meet again?” she asked yawning.

sethmulciber:

As soon as Seth had stepped inside of the library, Madame Pince had lifted her knobbly head and shot him a nasty glare that said she wouldn’t tolerate any trouble. He gave her a slightly annoyed look until he turned his back to her and disappeared behind the aisle that hid Mary’s table from view.

He sat in the chair closest to his new tutor and couldn’t help smiling. There was nothing about muggle studies that presented a challenge to him. In truth, he’d lied just so that she would meet him, offering twelve galleons so that she couldn’t resist. He had planned to ask her the stupidest, most awkward questions about muggles, pretending to be as thick as one of his housemates about them.

But somehow, he didn’t feel up to it. “Hello, Mary. Surprised you didn’t ditch me to hang out with your quidditch mates.”

It wasn’t long that Mary had to wait for him to show, but she was flipping through the text of a book when he arrived. She looked up from the pages to realize that Seth was in the seat next to hers, strangely smiling at her. Subconsciously, she leaned slightly away from him and went to addressing his comment. “Hello Mulciber,” she returned the greeting more formal then his. “Why would you think that? I said I would help, so I am. I don’t go back on my word,” she assured him, offering a tiny smile at him.

She felt like they had gone through enough pleasantries though, and she was ready to get into the reason why she had agreed to meet him - to educate. “So, did you have anything specific you were struggling with or…?” she asked shrugging. She had never tutored someone before, and she should of thought of that earlier when she agreed to this.

(Source: -mary)

Mary had no idea what was making her think tutoring Seth Mulciber in Muggle Studies was an okay thing to do. This guy had taunted her in the hallways, hexed her constantly and been always generally unpleasant to her, and she had agreed to help him pass a class. Mary wasn’t sure she had her head on straight. Sure, he had offered her 12 gallons just for a tutoring session, but Mary would be too proud to take the money. Besides, she had an ulterior motive of sorts.

Lily had once said to Mary that some Purebloods acted the way they did towards ‘non-pure- wizards because that’s the way they were raised. They didn’t know that what they were fed as youngsters were God awful lies so far from the truth. She knew that Seth was one of many who held prejudices against Muggles and Muggleborns like her, but she hoped she could enlighten him and possibly change that. Educate one Slytherin at a time maybe… Mary didn’t realized how disillusioned she was.

So she sat in the library waiting for him to show. She had pulled a variety of Muggle texts off the shelf for reference, but doubted she’d need to crack them open. This week’s topic in class was about Muggle medicine, and Mary knew more then her fair share about it seeing that her mother was a nurse and her father a doctor.

moimckinnon:

“It isn’t a myth. Actually the room would be good and nobody would know anything after most of them don’t even know there’s such a room.” Marlene knew the room quite well and she knew that it’ll change depending on what the person needed. But could anybody get in there? And what if some of the Death eaters would find out they formed an “army”? But it would be much safer than the Shrieking Shack. She turned to Molly and smiled. “Molly, you’re brilliant! Who else knows where the room is and how to get in, besides Molly and me?”

Mary had been sitting listening the whole time. Nodding favorably with everything that was being suggested here and there. The fact that Death Eaters were starting to practice already scared her, and she thought that learning to fight back was a brilliant idea. She wasn’t exactly sure how much some of them would learn off each other, but Mary knew she would benefit at least. “I like the idea of the this Room of Requirement better then the Shrieking Shack, sorry Remus” Mary shrugged at him with a half smile. She turned her attention back to Marlene, “But I have no idea where it is?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

(Source: lilygryffindorevans)

lilygryffindorevans:

Lily paced the Gryffindor common room, anxiously wondering if anyone would adhere to their stipulated meeting time at half-past midnight. Lily had been seated there since the clock struck twelve, mostly pacing, not quite knowing what she had even called the meeting for.

She had been thinking quite a lot about the Order of the Phoenix since her conversation with Marlene that snowy day in Cokeworth. It was strange that a cause could strike up so much determination in Lily. Alright, she was definitely a slightly above-average student when school was concerned, but she had never been as interested in learning spells- spells that wouldn’t even be really useful for class work or for their N.E.W.Ts, as she was now.

Lily attributed this sudden interest to the fact that she was intimately involved in the cause that she wanted to fight for; after all, she was muggle-born. If anything, people like her would be the first casualties of war. That was why she had taken Marlene up on her suggestion that perhaps they should start meeting, a small group of students, to gather information on what exactly they were up against.

She watched the glowing embers in the fireplace as she eventually sank into a large chair. It was then that she heard footsteps approaching her from behind.

Whispers of a meeting of sorts had fluttered to the blonde’s ears earlier in the day. About what these meetings were to be about she wasn’t exactly sure. But it sounded like it was geared towards students like her, students that were tired of sitting back and watching the war outside these castle walls grow more without a clue of what they could do protect themselves or even fight back. Mary knew that what she faced from half the Slytherin house on a day-to-day bases was nothing compared to what waited for her out in the real world. There were those that wanted her dead simply because of her heritage, because she was a Muggleborn. She may have been naïve at somethings, but not stupid.

In the end it was curiosity that kept her awake to twelve thirty in the morning. She hadn’t bothered with changing out of her day clothes but she crept down the the girl’s stairs barefooted. The common room was utterly deserted, or at least it had appeared so at first. When she looked a little harder she could see a red head of hair blending in with a red armchair. Lily. She approached the fellow Gryffindor in her year and sank into into the couch beside her. “So what’s exactly this all about? Do you know?” she asked stiffling a yawn. She had no idea Lily was one of the ones to organize this meeting.

(Source: summerith)